So, I put the little tyke on the floor of her room to get some of my own work done. I leave Baby in the middle of the floor contentedly playing with her plastic rings and spinning in circles (which she has gotten very good at). When I come back a few short minutes later, what do I find? I find that half her books are on the floor and there is one very happy 5 month old reading “Peekaboo Bunny.” With those big blue eyes she looks up at me and telapathically tells me, “I just wanted to read, Mommy.”
And then, last night, Daddy rushes into the kitchen, “You’ve got to see this!”
I follow him back to her room, and there she is, Army crawling across her room. If she had some fatigues and some mud, she would be a Private First Class already.
HooRah.